tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127164662024-03-07T22:04:34.727+08:00Bohemian Rhapsodybohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-89120954725674404152007-06-16T21:26:00.000+08:002007-06-16T21:41:17.976+08:00"Sino nga ba talaga si Bea?"<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >This is supposed to be my second short film. Just post a comment if you like it.</span><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">May nagtatanong, may naguguluhan, mayroong litong-lito na. Kanina pa nila gustong malaman. Naikwento ko lang naman. Halos yata lahat ng mga kaibigan, kaibigan, kabarkada, ng mga kilala ko, hinahanap siya. Hindi ko lang sigurado sa mga kababaihan, dahil hindi ko pa nakikilala ang para sa kanila. At malamang dahil hindi ako babae. Para sa mga nakakatanda at masaya na sa buhay, marahil ay nakilala na nila siya. Pero ako, grade 6 yata ako noong una kong napagkamalang siya ‘yun. Hindi pala. Nalaman ko na lang na may nakalaan na pala para sa kanya.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Hinanap ko ulit siya noong 1<sup>st</sup> year high school. Hindi ko pa rin siya nakikilala. At noong sa pangalawang baitang ko sa high school, nag-isip ako. Mukhang nakita ko na yata siya. Meydo matagal rin kaming nag-usap, nagkakilanlan, at nagkamabutihan. Ngunit hindi nagtagal, natuklasan ko, hindi pa rin siya ‘yun. Ibang-iba ang ugali niya kumpara sa tunay na katauhang binabanggit ko. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Nakilala din siya ng mga kaibigan ko noong nasa 4<sup>th</sup> year kami, may nagtagal, at ngayo’y nagkikita pa rin naman sila. Hindi sila nagkakasawaan. Hindi ko lang alam kung hanggang kailan. Mayroon din namang iba, sinamahan na siya sa panghabang buhay sa pag-aakalang siya na nga iyon. Hanggang sa maisip at napagtanto na <st1:country-region><st1:place>mali</st1:place></st1:country-region> ang desisyon kanilang nagawa. Iniwan ang sinamahan, nalungkot. May umalis at nagpatuloy, at mayroon namang tumalon na lang sa tulay. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. May malalim na dahilan. <st1:place>Doon</st1:place> ko natutunan, isa lang pala ang pwede niyang samahan. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Sabi ng mga matatanda, hindi siya dapat seryosohin. Iyon ay sa mga panahon kung saan ang dapat unahin ay ang sariling kapakanan. Hindi ko sinasabi na maging makasarili. Paliwanag nila, dapat ay may oras ka para sa kanya. At mahirap iyon kung nasa sitwasyon ka ng giyera sa loob ng isang silid at may mahabang kahoy na kulay berde. Umayon naman ako dito, ngunit hindi ko maiwasang aminin sa sarili na mahirap siyang tanggihan. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Nakapag-bigay siya ng saya, ng lungkot, ng galit, ng inspirasyon at mga bagay na makokonsiderang bumubuo sa pagkatao natin. Marami siyang nagagawa. Ngunit bihirang-bihira pa rin ang nakakakilala sa kanya ng tunay. At marami rin ang hindi pa nakakakita sa kanya. Aaminin ko, mahirap nga talaga siya hanapin. Dahil sa bawat tao, may isang katulad niya na makakapag-pabuo sa anumang pagkukulang sa buhay. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Maari rin siyang mag-aya sa mga lugar na magaganda, mall, parke, eskwelahan, at kainan. Maari mo siyang dalin sa kanto, sa kalsada, sa bahay mo, sa mga magulang mo, o kahit sa harap ng mesa at krus. Ngunit tulad natin, tao rin daw siya. Nasabi kong ‘daw’ dahil maaring tunay o kathang-isip lang siya. May buhay. Baka masyadong maaga kung makilala mo siya ngayon, o baka masyado nang huli. Sabi nga nila, mahirap na kalaban ang oras. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Marami nang ginawa ang tao upang makita siya. Maririnig sa radio, mababasa sa dyaryo, makikita sa billboard, mapapanood sa telebisyon, kalokohan sa baranggay at kung anu-ano pang mga pakulo upang hanapin siya. Pero sa kahuli-hulian, hindi rin naman sila nagtatagumpay. Sabi ng mga kritiko, pinipilit daw kasi kaya imposible siyang magpakita doon. At umayon ako nang sinabi nila, “hindi sa ganoong paraan siya makikita. Walang eksakto at siguradong paraan para gawin iyon”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>At dahil doon, napa-isip na lang ako. Paano nga ba talaga siya makikilala? Anong paraan ang gagawin ko? Sasali ba ako sa mga patimpalak sa plaza? Magtatapon ng hiya sa telebisyon, at magpapakapal ng mukha sa radyo? Naguguluhan na ako. Pero hindi lubos. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Kung anu-ano na rin ang pina-uso ng mga kabataan upang makita siya. Nakipaglaro sa tadhana at pagkakataon upang makasabay siya sa pagkain. Pisak ang mata upang maniguro. Ngunit wala naman talagang kasiguruhan. Simpleng kalokohan. Magtagumpay man ay hindi lubos na totoo nga ito. Naituring na itong mapanganib dahil sa mga nagsusulputang kaso ng pang-aabuso. Nang dahil sa desperado na siyang makita ay kung anu-ano na rin ang kanilang binibitawan, binibigay upang sunggaban ang pagkakataong magkamali. <span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Maraming nagtatanong kung bakit daw ganun ang pangalan niya. Bakit sa lahat ay iyon pa? Kahit ako ay hindi ko maipaliwanag sa aking sarili. Inaamin ko noong una ay hindi ko talaga alam ang kanyang pangalan. Kaya tinawag ko siya sa pangalang iyon. Pero kung sa anong dahilan, silbi, patutunguhan, ay hindi ko pa mahanap ang sagot. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Siguro ganun na lang talaga ang masasabi ng isang tao sa panahong nagtatanong na siya? Nakilala mo na ba siya? Saan mo siya hahanapin? Paano mo siya makikilala? Ano ang basehan mo sa pagkakakilanlan mo? Nakasisiguro ka bang siya nga iyon? Maraming tanong. Maraming pala-isipan. Marahil nandiyan lang siya. Marahil ay katabi mo lang, kausap mo kanina, o kakwentuhan mo kahapon. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Marami nang naghahanap sa kanya. May nabigo at nagtagumpay. Ngunit hindi ko sigurado kung sinu-sino ang mga iyon. Baka kilala mo sila. Matagal ko na rin siya gustong makita at makilala. Hindi ko alam kung kailan, saan at sa kung anong paraan. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Sino nga ba talaga si Bea?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Sino nga ba talaga si Bea?”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Written for Short Film by: J.M. Oleo<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10;">Note: This is a plot draft; any changes may be made during its production.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote>Intellectual Properties Law Applies. </blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span><p></p>bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-64025632128025206892007-05-30T20:48:00.000+08:002007-05-30T21:08:12.823+08:00Hoping to hum in my universe.With all respect to Sir Jim Paredes. He's a great artist. A very talented musician.<br /><br />Anyways, I really feel tired these days. Well, I guess it's because of the "long" vacation I had. I tried to think of ways to pass time. I tried to waste my time writing songs. And somehow, used it sensibly by hanging out with my friends. Jam.<br /><br />As of now, my friends and I are building up on a project on writing songs and playing it. And also, trying to join a competition, which, I, personally have been waiting for.<br /><br />I don't know. There are things that I want to have right now, but somewhere in my mind tells me, I should wait for the right time. Yes. Maybe the right time.<br /><br /><br />As of May 30, 2007.<br /><br />Project: Globe Kantabataan 2007<br />Music: Buboy's ; Silent Sanctuary ; Radioactive Sago Project<br />Movie: The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift<br />Book: Stainless Longganisa (Bob Ong)<br />TV Show: Heroes ; PBB (Go Bea!)<br />Flick: Death of my Falling Star (MTV)...[Still on shoot]bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-15806458999796444482007-05-07T10:51:00.000+08:002007-05-07T11:11:17.370+08:00Now that's an artist.Recently, I have been active in an online forum regarding a band known as the "Bloomfields". And through this, I have a met a nice person by the name of Naomi. Although she was a graduate of Ateneo (because I'm from the home of the green archers), we have found common interests. Music. She was also a pianist, but I am not sure if it is of the classical type.<br /><br />She even recognized me in her blog, saying that I was one of the nice persons she met at the forum. Well, I like her in the sense that we have common interests as what I have said.<br /><br />Nothing much to say. I just don't want to forget important events in my life.<br /><br />=)bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-56761627727137438342007-05-04T11:02:00.001+08:002007-05-04T11:13:04.884+08:00Wouldn't it be nice?Well, it's been a long time since I logged my last journal here. And as it shows, nothing much has happened to me.<br /><br />What I have been up to:<br /><ol><li>Listening to the debut album of "The Bloomfields".</li><li>Enrolling at De La Salle University - Dasmariñas for BS Nursing.</li><li>Updating my blog.</li><li>Trying to contact Bob Ong.</li><li>And listing my demon days. (That would be in private. But watch out!)</li></ol>What I am currently listening to:<br /><ol><li>The Bloomfields - Self-titled Album<br /></li><li>My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade<br /></li><li>The Eraserheads - Anthology Two</li></ol>What I am watching:<br /><ol><li>Heroes (NBC)</li><li>Appleseed<br /></li><li>Final Fantasy VII : Advent Children</li><li>Prophecy of Karas</li><li>DNA2</li><li>Full Metal Alchemist Movie</li></ol>*Sigh*<br /><br />Just stay tuned for more updates.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-59798838681876766582007-04-01T12:08:00.000+08:002007-04-01T12:14:11.953+08:00When Giuseppe married AidaFinally, its March. Graduation. Finally.<br /><br />All has been done. Another chapter writes : "College".<br /><br />A accomplishment has been reached. Finally.<br /><br />Nice.<br /><br />Really nice.<br /><br />I love you all.<br /><br />Especially to my life's melodee...bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-68101166305465387932007-03-25T09:55:00.000+08:002007-03-25T10:14:33.456+08:00Bahay ni KuyaFor the longest time, I have observed that there are still thousands of people who watch the most talked-about reality television show, Big Brother. Wherein a number of strangers who don't know each other are taken to live into one house for a hundred days. Many audiences watch them everyday, what they do, how they live and cope up with the environment. And there were two things running on my mind, the objective of getting along with other people and being REAL. Yes, being real.<br /><br />A friend of mind tole me about a school in their province having almost the same characteristics. Their classroom was like "Bahay ni Kuya". But instead of house mates, they had classmates, and there was no big brother. However, what the house mates had in their minds was just the same the 'classmates' had. Some were, but some were not...real.<br /><br />If you would ask me of those people I like, I would say that I prefer having friends who have a sense of respect to other people. No matter what the condition of what will they say, either positive or negative, there is still a way to express it properly. I hate people who talk as if they are talking to some dumb animal. People who talk just for show-off. Its good to hear them if what they are speaking can help you, but its not. None sense.<br /><br />I admit, I can say those things also. But as long as it is possible, I avoid doing it, or apologizing and saying it in the right way, or rather not say it at all.<br /><br />'Plastic' was a common word for those who were not real with what they are in front of others. And he (my friend) told me they had a number of that.<br /><br />Ah..I just hate it.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-66374056044664704852007-03-20T19:17:00.000+08:002007-03-20T19:22:27.919+08:00Hari ng SablayThen I realized it was all me.<br /><br />Stupid.<br /><br />I did not tell her about it until the time came I saw another. But, I did not forget everything at all. She was still in the park thinking we could still walk together. But I was already making my way back home. The end of the road was a dead end, but I did not tell her.<br /><br />I'm really sorry.<br />Just hear it.<br />Please.<br />Just hear it.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-86329029865042371772007-03-09T09:31:00.000+08:002007-03-09T09:34:46.741+08:00Soulm8That was a text from a testimonial I received last night from a good friend of mine. And whilst I think of things that run through my head, I thought, are there really soul mates?<br /><br />Do you believe in it? Do you? Tell me.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-33590571347074636252007-03-07T21:34:00.000+08:002007-03-07T21:39:08.254+08:00The Carrot SoupWe just had our Junior-Senior Promenade last 23rd of January of this year, and it was very very nice. Everything was just wonderful.<br /><br />But what stayed in my mind was the carrot soup which was served to us during the dinner. I admit, it was the first time I saw such a weird food. I never had an idea what is tasted. I just knew what it was like when I tried to taste it. And luckily, I managed to eat some of it.<br /><br />And just like that, I was about to face a new challenge. There was this one junior student, whom I admire and whom I wanted to dance with. But I hesitated to approach her because of her friends that might bring her to shame. But what happened later was nice.<br /><br />When I finally made up my mind, I went near her and invited her to dance. And she said 'yes'. How happy I was when I finally had the chance to dance with her. Now she knew, I liked her.<br /><br />She thanked me the morning after. And it gave me a smile...<br /><br />Nice.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-36719300751467597212007-03-07T21:27:00.000+08:002007-03-07T21:34:03.251+08:00The Final ArguementThe plan was to help him to gain the strength and the courage he needed for him to achieve his wants and desires. But when I the chance to finally throw away the regrets and pains I had about her, the things changed. What should have been a friendly intention, became a personal desire. But what was the price to pay? "There are matters of consequences" as Exupery described the life with his little prince. I was about to think about it, but I was already, and unconsciously experiencing it. I lost my friends, the things around me changed a lot. Those who shouldn't have hated me, now, hated me. I do not know how to put all these things in my mind.<br /><br />I hope someone understands. I really hope. No one ever knew what tomorrow might bring to us. It may give us opportunities, and losing things in return, and gaining new one in return.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-57472860788033580182006-12-17T11:38:00.000+08:002006-12-17T11:47:07.144+08:00Wonderful Life[On the play list: 03:12 Batang-bata ka pa - Sugarfree (Kami nAPO Muna)]<br /><br />I just finished a 8-CD DVD last night, "Wonderful Life" and it brought me many ideas about life. Which should one prioritize first? Love or responsibility? How about dreams? <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>But </span>what if it came both? That was the question which all of the characters were seeking solution. As a critic, I found it very interesting.<br /><br />Speaking of dreams, last night, or rather this morning at about 1:00AM, Yeng Constantino of <a href="http://www.pinoydreamacademy.com.ph"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Pinoy Dream Academy</span></a> was declared the winner which gave me joy because I have voted for her several times before.<br /><br />Well, one question still lingers my mind. What could she be doing now?<br />[sigh]<br /><br />[On the play list: 00:49 When I Met You - Barbie Almalbis (Kami nAPO Muna)]bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-66439174823898574102006-12-15T02:46:00.000+08:002006-12-15T03:04:03.692+08:00Wonderful world[On the play list: One Note Samba - Sitti (Cafe Bossa)]<br /><br />I had my computer fixed due to some technical problems, but everything's alright now.<br />[sigh]<br /><br />The first thing I want to share: Earlier, around 9:30PM, 14th of December, I went outside to take the garbage to the dumping area. As I looked outside, I saw a patrol mobile beside the house, I thought it was guarding something so I ignored it. I crossed the road, and noticed that the dumping area was empty. Again, I ignored it. As I walked back, I saw the patrol mobile approaching me and the baranggay officials told me to stay. After few moments, they took me, together with some people who did the same to the baranggay hall. We violated the law about proper garbage disposal. I took out the garbage when the garbage truck that collects it already went by. The captain said he would seriously put us into jail as the new order of the mayor. It got me worried, but I was still breathing normally. Luckily, we got our names on blotter. (Still, it was a bummer.)<br /><br />Next. I am now trying to review my lessons for today's periodical exam: Physics and Architecture. It is so hard to memorize all the concepts and things and people.<br /><br />And lastly, she was on my mind for almost 23 hours. I want her but I cannot do it because it can never be the two of us. We live in different worlds. Yes, I still love her. I'm too confused now.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-64566481190623262292006-12-07T20:03:00.000+08:002006-12-07T20:39:18.780+08:00Gitara(Sighs)<br /><br />For the past few days, I have decided to stay away from rumors that easily breaks people apart. I didn't know it would mean the risk of our connection. I was silently learning to forget her and took her away from my mind. And behind the words that masked the true sentiment, I was already hurting her.<br /><br />[On the playlist: 00:25 Gitara - Parokya ni Edgar (Halina na sa Parokya)]<br /><br />I apologized for it. She answered ironically.<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">...di ko alam, malamang oo. I don't a choice, I have to humble myself kasi kasalanan ko din naman</span>..." (...I don't know, maybe yes. I don't a choice, I have to humble myself because I, too, have faults...)<br /><br />That was the last message I received from her. I don't know what to do. Everything went behind me. Everything happened before I could open my eyes to reality.<br /><br />I really hope I could make things right now.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-73552008837399831722006-12-07T11:03:00.000+08:002006-12-07T11:06:26.047+08:00In the lab<em>T. Dhel</em>, our computer teacher noticed my silenced. She asked me if there's any problem. But I answered with a smile and said I was fine.<br /><br />Math. Universal language. Even in this lesson, they include this, near-brain-wrecking language whom almost every person hates to listen to.<br /><br />But, after all, it could be put into good use in the future.<br /><br />I feel sleepy now. Computer lab maybe the last place I could ever see. (sigh)<br />My eyes feel heavy.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-83252146299426818912006-12-03T20:39:00.000+08:002006-12-07T11:02:09.053+08:00'Twas a nice day[On the play list: 02:14 Pare Ko - Spongecola (UltraElectroMagnetic Jam)<br /><br />Well, I failed to buy the newest issue of the magazine. However, I had a nice experience this day. It seemed that I returned to my childhood when I witnessed the marching band performance in Storyland for the second time.<br /><br />When I stepped in a bakeshop in the mall, I saw their newest promo where anyone can design their own cake for 50 pesos. It was nice. I saw a little girl, and I think, her father ('cause I wasn't sure) who were designing a cake. And I found it really nice.<br /><br />Well, 'till next time.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-77493619654063205912006-12-03T09:52:00.000+08:002006-12-03T10:05:18.586+08:00Little money for my secret life[On the tube: Knockout (GMA 7)]<br /><br />I have planned to buy things for myself today. My materials for architecture and addition to my collection. For the past two years, I have been collecting magazines. Some of my friends know what that publication is, but I won't tell what it is. Anyways, I have bought my first issue out of curiosity. The second, because of the enjoyment I get. And the succeeding issues, because of the reason that I don't want to break the chain of collection. I'll give you a hint, I'll buy the issue with Iwa Moto on the cover.<br /><br />The December's not that cold today, I don't know why. But last night, I had the colds, and this morning, the fan's on the maximum.<br /><br />Tomorrow, we're going to Greenbelt to watch a stage play. And tomorrow's the post test for Physics. Gosh, well that's nice.<br /><br />Good luck.<br />For life.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-59805444065297399942006-12-02T09:00:00.001+08:002006-12-03T09:52:50.601+08:00The right to Stay Alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkCM6IAAecClVchfMsAcjFLWLIxmKS5v-iPSl83jBeycQi2La-eYYQda5KYdrPtA6AsoBIXSARWb3rTvPztHroWIt9QciSy_spM3rHpvzVig7-FDNn5XSicFyfL7UBEiPFAGAaw/s1600-h/Gabby.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkCM6IAAecClVchfMsAcjFLWLIxmKS5v-iPSl83jBeycQi2La-eYYQda5KYdrPtA6AsoBIXSARWb3rTvPztHroWIt9QciSy_spM3rHpvzVig7-FDNn5XSicFyfL7UBEiPFAGAaw/s320/Gabby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003736204279043330" border="0" /></a>"The youth is the nation's future." the national hero once said.<br /><br />Every 15 seconds, a child is infected with HIV. This is opening scene of the newest video of Urbandub and Dicta License: "Future". This is the truth, we better be aware. Being unsafe, is being a walking dead.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLA0GWZg7oT2hqqDW_IHfXm5DdGHIGFrtSEBwYXxK0KvqrtFoT9BMkJTuyEi5yl53P3ha-mtnJ9gOEM0GuNQ0LQwDtMnohkLbAnEQHIPj37iUyY_covTViFWbXH8DtImgLxT5lQ/s1600-h/DictaLicense.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLA0GWZg7oT2hqqDW_IHfXm5DdGHIGFrtSEBwYXxK0KvqrtFoT9BMkJTuyEi5yl53P3ha-mtnJ9gOEM0GuNQ0LQwDtMnohkLbAnEQHIPj37iUyY_covTViFWbXH8DtImgLxT5lQ/s320/DictaLicense.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003736393257604370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In this fight against AIDS/HIV, I really want to go to *The Fort, on the 5th of December. Go. You might be infected not going to.<br /><br />*Check out the MTV site to see full details.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-86673831923230920232006-12-01T20:40:00.000+08:002006-12-01T21:01:50.558+08:00Kwentuhan...The most painful moment right now would be the memories, me and my past love (well, not really the past) had.<br /><br />[On the play list: 02:17 Sugarfree - Kwentuhan (Dramachine)]<br /><br />The love. Mythical yet true. Unexplainable sentiment going through my veins. Failure. Yes, that's what I think of myself. <span style="font-style: italic;">Nhil</span> said, "right love, wrong time." (was it like that?). Nevertheless, though sound of a ironic joke emits, the quote strikes the very temple of me. Why? An obvious fact, truth! Maybe yes, maybe no.<br /><br />[On the play list: 01:04 Orange and Lemons - Pabango ng 'yong mga mata (Strike Whilst the iron is hot)]<br /><br />What was on my mind? I remember, it was in a party of a friend's sibling. She asked me that. "The feeling, the connection, gone, just like that? ...Why?"<br /><br />I stopped.<br />Looked around.<br />'Breathe'.<br />'Think'.<br /><br />...Why? ...still thinking. But the truth seems to find its way out of my troubled mind. "What was on my mind? Because, you and I can't go together." I remember what <span style="font-style: italic;">Ely </span>once said in 'beautiful machines'...<br /><br />"...we live in different worlds. We can't live together. And no matter what I do, I will be still running around in the same circle. And you..., you can go miles away from here. Away to the real world."<br /><br />Believe me.<br /><br />[On the play list: 01:15 Orange and Lemons - Kailangan Kita (Love in the land or rubber shoes and dirty ice cream)]bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-52838384341113999812006-12-01T15:06:00.000+08:002006-12-01T15:18:20.608+08:00Fascination...Since I first held my first "Noli Me Tangere" which was the book of my mom in her high school days, my fascination of Jose Rizal's works began. And even bought a copy of my own in spite of the book given by the school.<br /><br />Lately, the senior students were invited to watch GTF's play of "El Filibusterismo". And I was amazed by the magnificent skills everything in the production. 'Cause when I was in, around 11 or 12, I always have a dream of being in film making or theater production. I love art.<br /><br />And of course, a connection was made when I witnessed the story of Paulita Gomez, Juanito Pelaez, and Isagani. Many knows the story, but some may not. In short, they're in what we call, "Love Triangle".<br /><br />And that was nice.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-1164939211828667642006-12-01T10:05:00.000+08:002006-12-01T11:59:03.063+08:00Here it goesWell, it's been a long time that I haven't written my journal here. Many things had already happened and I'm sure I got a lot of things to tell. So, while I arrange my luggage in my return, take a while to listen to the latest items on my play list...<br /><br />Album (Artist)<br /><br />1. Strike Whilst the Iron is Hot & Love in the land of rubber shoes and dirty ice cream (Orange and Lemons)<br />2. Noon Time Show (Itchyworms)<br />3. Kami nAPO Muna (Various Artists)<br />4. Light Peace and Love (Bamboo)<br />5. Beautiful Machines (Pupil)<br /><br />available at major record bars...enjoy!bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-1141431922414038332006-03-04T08:24:00.001+08:002006-03-04T08:25:22.426+08:00Salvi, Clara, IbarraSeem familiar to you? Well, for those who do not, those are three of the major characters in the famous and revolutionary novel by Dr. Jose P. Rizal. I chose this title, just because I can relate to them.<br /><br />Why? I really don’t have an idea. But all I can tell is I love a girl whom another guy loves her. But all I believed, according to her, was just not true. She told me she loves me more than the other guy, and treats me different for she loves me.<br /><br />For a clearer statement, it was the third of March. And on that day, I admitted to her, what I feel whenever I see her with the other guy, which in turn is one of my friends. I just find it strange. The greatest love story ever told in reality? Maybe not, it seems to be just as the usual stories I read, write, hear, and watch. Morning of that day, I gave it through a letter, and waited until the afternoon. I was just shocked by her approach. I thought she would not talk to me anymore.<br /><br />I tried to find the reasons why I feel this way. And what I found out, roots from my childhood. For all my friends know, I am an only child, so most of my needs and wants are given. .“At dahil wala naman akong kapatid, ’di ako sanay ng may-kaagawsa mga gusto ko. Hindi sa ayaw kong magbahagi, hindi lang talaga ako sana. Lalo na kung mahal ko ‘yung bagay na gusto ko.” (And since I don’t have any siblings, I am not comfortable when someone’s playing with the ones I own and like. It’s not that I don’t want to share, I am just can go with the concept. Especially when the one I like, is the one I love. )<br /><br />That is the reason I find. And as of this moment, I find myself lost in an island searching for a rescue. All alone…bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-1141233214711713072006-03-02T01:12:00.000+08:002006-03-02T01:13:34.733+08:00LihimSige, para hindi na ako masaktan pa, mabuti pa siguro sabihin ko na. Bahala na kung mabasa niya, at kung ano man ang reaksyon niya. Sana maintindihan niya, ‘yun ang tangi kong hiling.<br /><br />Aaminin ko, sobrang nagseselos ako kapag kasama niya ang lalaking iyon. Kahit sabihin pa nating wala na kami, sobrang mahal ko pa rin si Serenity. Kaya kahit mga simpleng bagay lang, naapektuhan na ako. Ayoko naming sabihin, na huwag niyang lapitan ang lalaking iyon. Ewan ko ba, isang napakalaking kalokohan na yata ang nagagawa ko.<br /><br />Iyon, iyon na ang lahat ng gusto kong sabihin, Kaunti lang, pero, para sa akin, napakalaking pagbabago.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-1141131977577959452006-02-28T20:59:00.000+08:002006-02-28T21:06:17.603+08:00Confessions (Episode 2)And so it happened, it was the 9th of January. I have to let her go, her parents told me so. But why the hell did I not defend her? My reason was, I don’t want her parents to think she’s disrespecting and committing rebellion against her parents. And I believed, we could wait for the right time. I told her not to worry too much, I even cried over her, apologizing. I told her that what I did could make things better, that it could hold back the tears she might have.<br /><br />But healing the wounds had consequences. I felt things that I had never felt before. And dominating in me was…embarrassing to admit but…I felt jealousy. Yes you read it right. …To whom? Who else..? He was but the guy, who she was always with since we met, and even I had her heart, he was still there.<br /><br />It was days after I let set her free. I was still crying over her. Then some of my friends told me of something which really bothered my mind. The guy, which we will call under the alias of “Mr. Bean”, was doubted by the people to be taking advantage of the situation. I and my friends started to find proofs for the matter. We began to think of the possibilities. And it was really possible.<br /><br />Possible in the sense, they could learn to love each other. There was a time when I accidentally read Mr. Bean’s mailbox in his phone. And I found a message of hers. In the message, it included the word I never expected to appear there. It was a shortened word for the word “baby” which is oftentimes used as a name between lovers. So by that time, I was very shocked. I came to a friend to seek help. My friend said that the situation will be cleared. The next morning, all was clarified.<br /><br />Days passed and I tried to hold back the tears with all my might. Dodging all the bullets, but none of them I successfully evaded, it hurt me a lot. So, I reached for my closest friend. I opened up to him everything. We agreed to not to react anymore to these situation, it will hurt me more.<br /> But until now, even though everything’s is answered, I can’t take away the doubt in my heart like a thousand needles.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-1135480944190171672005-12-25T11:21:00.000+08:002005-12-25T11:22:24.196+08:00Confessions<10.29>Pa’no nga ba kung siya ang tunay na nagpapaligaya sa kanya? Pa’no kung ang lahat ng pagkukulang ko ay kanyang napupunan? Pa’no kung matutunan niyang mahalin ang lalaking pinagkatiwalaan ko nang lubusan noon? Ayoko namang mag-iba ang tingin niya sa akin. Pero may mga bagay lang talaga akong hindi maintindihan. Ayoko namang palabasin na masyado akong possesive, mga ganung tipo. Sa mga unang buwan, parang walang hanggang ang pag-ibig namin, pero ngayon, sa hindi malamang dahilan, parang may mali. May usok na humharang sa isip ko, nagpapalabo sa bawat naiisip ko. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero parang maniniwala na ako sa katagang “History repeats itself. “ Bakit? Mahabang kwento, pero para sa’yo isasalaysay ko ang mga bagay-bagay na dapat mong malaman para maintindihan mo ang kwentong ito. Siguro may limang taon na rin ang nakalipas, bago lang din siya sa paaralang iyon. Maganda siya, napansin agad ng kanyang mga kaklase. Sa kanya ko nakita ang mga bagay-bagay na gusto ko sa isang babae. May tatlong taon din akong nagparamdam sa kanya ng mga nararamdaman ko. Pag-ibig, kasawian, kaligayahan, basta, parang ganun. Parang Big Brother™ nga ang kwento ko eh. May Day 1, hanggang Day 100. Pero sa akin, Year 1 hanggang Year 5. Sa pagbabalik sa aking kwento, Year 4 na. May bagong mga kaklase ulit. Natural, 1st year high school ako, maraming bago. Tama nga ang sinasabi nila, maraming namamatay sa maling akala. Ako, siguro, sa Year 4 na iyon, mga dalawang beses akong namatay. Heto yung kwento, ilalahad ko na. May bagong kaklase, naging malapit ako sa kanya, dahil na rin sa mga bagay na pagkakapareho namin. Minsan ko na rin siyang tinanong kung may gusto ba siya sa babaeng gusto ko. Sabi niya wala. (Siya nga pala, para sa mas detalyadong kwento, puntahan ang http://nocturnalsighting.blogspot.com para sa web journal ko.) Tapos dumating ang Year 5, nalaman ko na lang pinorpormahan na pala siya. Hanggang sa dumating ang panahong nagtapat siya, at siyempre, sa’n pa ba hahantong ‘yon? Eh di naging sila. Tinanggap ko lahat ng kasinungalingan at katotohanang tumama sa akin. Dalawa ‘yon, kaya nasabi kong dalawang beses akong namatay sa taong iyon. Pero sabi ko, ayos lang ‘yon, alam kong may dahilan ang Diyos kung bakit niya ginawa ‘yon. At ‘yun nga, nag-aral na lang ako, para naman ‘di magalit sa akin ang mga magulang ko. Pero ewan ko ba, wala naman akong balat sa pwet, pero bumagsak ako sa huling bahagi ng eskswela. At siyempre, sa’n pa ba ako mapapatapon? Eh di, summer classes. Sabi ko, “Lord! Salamat na rin at nag-summer classes ako. Kung hindi, pag-iisipan naman ako ng mga magulang ko ng mga summer activites na hindi na naman bagay sa akin.” Ayos na rin, pero, may mas magandang dahilan pa pala, kung bakit ako bumalik sa apat na kantong silid-aralan sa kasgsagan ng init ng bakasyon. Sa pagpasok ko sa SEC, (SEC ang tawag nila sa summer classes sa amin.) ‘Kala ako lang ang minalas, marami pa palang iba. May mga sumabit din. Mas malala pa pala. Algebra I ang binagsak ko no’n eh. Nakakahiya no? Pero ayos na rin, kaysa naman sa iba na tatlong subjects ang binagsak. May Philippine History I, at General Science I, ganun din ang mga sumabit sa Algebra I. Pinapunta na kami sa aming mga assigned classrooms. Hati-hati kasi no’n eh, hiwa-hiwalay ang room ng 1st year, 2nd year, 3rd year at ewan ko ba, pati naman ‘yung graduating class ay kasali rin sa summer classes. Sa pagpapatuloy, pumasok kami sa aming classroom, at nagantay ng teacher, nagbabaka-sakaling mabait ‘yung magiging teacher at madaling makapasa. Sa pag-aantay, dumating pa ang ilang mga mag-aaral para sa SEC na kilala ko.<br /><br />Maya-maya may isa pang dumating, bago lang siya ngayon, pero naging ka-batch ko siya noong grade 5, kaya nakilala ko agad siya. Antay pa ulit, ‘kala ko estudyante ulit eh, teacher na pala. Mas malaki pa kasi ‘yung fourth year student na kausap niya kanina. Siya pala ang magiging teacher namin ngayon. Ayos, sabi niya kasi, OK lang palang ibagsak ang Gen. Sci. kasi hindi naman pala kasama sa final grade. Eh di, parang first day ulit, mag-papakilala ang bawat isa. Tapos mga ilang minuto lang lumipas, dumating ang isang nilalang na nakapagpabago ng takbo ng buhay. Itatago natin siya sa pangalang “Serenity”. Sumagi sa isip ko, “Shocks! Ano ito?!? Angel? Sinusundo na ba ako?” Tapos, pumasok siya sa pintuan. Wala nang upuan, kaya naman, bilang paggalang sa mga bagong estudyante, S.O.P na rin para sa mga pioneer ng eskwelehan na iyon, loyalty award din ‘yon, binigyan ko siya ng upuan, utos na rin ni ma’am. Well anyways, ‘di ko inakala na sa pagkakataong iyon, magsisimula ang isa pang kwento na mala-telenovela walang kamatayan. Sabi ko, “Ano kayang magandang title nito?” Siyempre, sa isip ko lang ‘yon. Naging malapit kaming magkaibigan, nagkakalokohan, nagkakabunyagan ng sikreto. ‘Lam mo na, gawain ng mga mag-best friends. Hanggang sa dumating ang panahong unti-unti ko nang nalalaman, ang tunay niyang nadarama. Mga apat na buwan pagkatapos naming magkita, umamin siya… … …mahal niya ako! Sabi ko, “Diyos ko! Ano ba ‘to! Ang swerte ko naman, pero bakit ang aga yata? ‘Di pa ako handa!” Habang nag-da-drama sa harap ng barkada ko, habang umiinom ng alak. Tapos tatlong buwan ang lumipas, nag-desisyon na ako. Magtatapat na rin ako sa kanya. February 14, 2005, Valentine’s, alas-diyes ng gabi, nag-text ako. Sabi ko, “Alam kong nagsabi ka na ng …” Blah, blah, blah. Tapos, “…Would you be my Valentine? ‘Cause I love you.” Tapos no’n, nag-reply siya. Bukas na niya daw sasagutin iyong tanong. Basta, sabi niya, mahal n’ya rin ako. February 15, 2005, 7:10 ng umaga, sa covered court ng aming mahal na paaralan. Sa aming pagkikita, sinabi niya ang salitang “Oo”. Tuwang-tuwa naman ako. Pero siyempre, hindi ako nagpahalata, para walang makapansin, para hindi kumalat. Pero, ‘lam mo naman, ang school, parang showbiz, alam na nila, bago mo pa ilabas ang issue. Siyempre masaya, lalo na ‘yung mga unang buwan ng aming pagsasama. Ayos nga eh, hindi ko malilimutan ‘yung kulitan namin sa bawat sulok ng ekwelehan. ‘Yung sabihan namin ng “I Love You”: bago umuwi. Tapos ‘yung paghatid ko sa kanila kapag wala siyang kasabay. Sa totoo nga, corny ‘yung mga regalo ko sa kanya, minsan wala pa nga. Nung una, stuffed toy na white bear. Tapos CD, tapos nung ika-walo naming monthsary, na ayon sa kanya, romantic daw. Heto ‘yung mga behind the scenes and the premiere ng mga plano. Siya nga pala, parehong araw ang monthsary namin at ang birthday niya. Pitong araw bago ‘yung birthday, may mga mini-surprises ako sa kanya. Una, ‘yung Partick Star, (Para do’n sa mga hindi nakakakilala kung sino si Partick, siya ‘yung starfish sa Spongebob Squarepants©). Pagkatapos, ‘yung button pin na Garfield©. Araw bago ng birthday niya, ito ‘yung araw na maituturing niya daw na romantic. Pumasok ako ng maaga, para maayos ko ‘yung morning surprise ko. Pagkababa ko ng gamit ko, umakyat ako sa 4th floor ng eskwela namin kung nasa’n ‘yung locker niya. At dahil alam ko ‘yung code ng lock niya binuksan ko. Nilagay ko ‘yung regalo ko na isang cute na pusa. Tippy nga ‘yung pangalan eh. Tapos baba ulit ako, mag-aantay ng morning assembly hanggang sa pag-akyat namin. Tulad ng lagi kong ginagawa ko, sinasamahan ko siya at tinutulungan sa pagbitbit ng gamit. Doon lang ako sa isang tabi habang binubuksan niya ang kanyang locker, at mag-aantay sa kanyang reaksyon niya. At ‘yun na, ang huling code ng locker niya…at…<br />Ayun na, tumambad sa kanya ang isang papel na may nakalagay na “Happy Birthday”. Tapos may nakalagay na “Tear here”. Pinunit niya, at lumabas ang bag ng…take note…Blue Magic™. ‘Lam ko namang cheap ‘yon e, pero hanggang do’n lang ang kaya kong bilin. Tapos meron pa isa at huling sorpresa sa kanya. Pero sa uwian ko pa ibibigay. Kaya nag-antay ako ng uwian, kumausap sa kanya na parang tapos na ang mga palabas ko. Pagdating ng uwian, inantay ko siya makalabas ng kanilang silid. Mula doon, sinabi ko sa kanya na may ipapakita ako sa kanya. Dinala ko siya sa rooftop ng eskwela, kung saan walang ibang tao. Habang nakatalikod siya at ako ay nasa likod niya, nagkwento ko. Pinaalala ko sa kanya ‘yung ikinuwento kong panaginip sa kanya. ‘Yung dalawang nag-iibigan sa harap ng sunset, tapos ‘yung lalake may ibinigay na isang kahon na kulay asul, pero hindi ko sinabi kung ano ‘yung blue box, kasi hindi ko talaga alam, kasi nagising na ako ng mga panahong iyon. Tapos nilabas ko ‘yung regalo ko sa kanya na naka-blue box. Sabi ko, “Heto ‘yung blue box na iyon.”, sabay binuksan ko ‘yung kahon, pinakita ko sa kanya ‘yung singsing na matagal ko nang pinag-planuhang bilin. Sinuot ko sa kanyang daliri ‘yung singsing, nanginginig pa nga ako eh. Tapos nu’n, naging masaya siya, hinalikan niya ako. Bumaba kami at masaya niya iyong kinuwento ‘yun sa mga kaibigan niya, pero hindi niya alam, alam na ng lahat, siya lang ang hindi. Masaya na ako ng mga panahong iyon. Masaya, masayang masaya. Pero n’ong mga nakaraang buwan, nag-iba ang takbo ng mga pangyayari. Sabi ko, parang may mali. Kailan lang ay naging close kami ng isang graduating na estudyante. Madalas kaming magkwentuhan tungkol sa pag-ibig. Madalas din ang pagpansin niya sa aming dalawa. Sabi niya sa akin, “Pare, kayo ba?” Sumagot ako, oo. “Pare, ang swerte mo. Buti ka pa, ako, wala pa din. ‘Di pa ako sinasagot eh.” Sabi niya sa akin habang nilagay niya ang kamay niya sa balikat ko. Tapos maya-maya pinansin niya ang isang ka-batchmate ko na kinakausap ang mahal ko. Sabi niya sa akin, “Pare, batchmate mo ba ‘yan?” sumagot ako, “Oo, kaibigan ko ‘yan. Matagal na.” Pero ang mga sumunod na mga kataga niya ay parang nakaapekto sa akin ng lubos. “Pare, napansin ko lang. Parang panay dikit niya sa girlfriend mo ah.” Tingin ako, sabi ko, “’De, natural lang ‘yan matagal na rin kasi silang magkaibigan. Magkaka-klase kami nung SEC.” Hanggang sa napunta sa inuman ang aming usapan. Pagkatapos nu’n, trabaho muna, may practice para sa school play eh. Kinabukasan, ganun ulit ‘yung mga sinabi niya sa akin. “Pare, sigurado ka ba? Puro sila ‘yung makikita kong magkakasama ah.” Kwento niya sa akin. “’De, pare, talagang gano’n, magkatrabaho eh.” Hanggang sa balik trabaho. Uwian, galing sa nakakapagod na practice. Sinabayan ko ang mahal ko palabas ng eskwela. Kasabay pa niya ‘yung kapatid niya. Ewan ko ba, pero napalapit yata sa akin ‘yung kapatid niya. Habang naglalakad, sabi niya sa akin, “Pare, hindi mo tutulungan?” siyempre, tatanga-tanga ako nu’n. Hinawakan ko ‘yung bag niya ng bahagya at sinabi ko, “Tulungan na kita.” Pero binawi niya ang kanyang mga kamay, at sinabing “’Wag na!”, pero hindi niya sinabi iyon ng pagalit. Hindi na ako umalma, dahil ayokong pagmulan iyon ng hindi pagkakaintindihan. Hanggang sa nakasakay na sila ng tricycle pauwi. Sumagi ngayon sa isip ko, parang may mali. Hanggang sa sinabi sa akin, “Pare, parang may mali dito. Pero OK lang yan, maayos din iyan.” Sa isip ko, sana nga. At dito na nagsisimula ang tunay na kwento ng kasawian, problema, at mga bagay na hindi maipaliwanag ng siyensiya. Natural, hindi ito kababalaghan. Pero, kaya ba nilang ipaliwanag ang tunay kong nadarama? Kaya ba nilang utusan ang human psyche ng isang indibidwal? Malapit man o hindi? Sa’n na ba ang narating ng tao sa larangan ng siyensiya?<br />Kailan lang, parang may kakaibang takbo ng mga pangyayari. May mga bagay na nakasanayan ko na ang nawala. Natatandaan n’yo ba ‘yung, “…Ayos nga eh, hindi ko malilimutan ‘yung kulitan namin sa bawat sulok ng ekwelehan. ‘Yung sabihan namin ng “I Love You” bago umuwi. Tapos ‘yung paghatid ko sa kanila kapag wala siyang kasabay...” Nawala lahat ‘yun. Ewan ko ba kung bakit. Basta nawala ‘yung mga na ‘yon. Pagkatapos no’n may mga araw na parang gusto ko ng mag-imbestiga. Obserbasyon lang. Day 1 hanggang Day 5, tignan lang natin. Eh ‘di ‘yun na. Tingin lang ako. Sabi nga sa akin, “Pare, basta ‘wag ka lang mag-iisip ng masama.”. Siya nga pala, hindi sunod-sunod ang mga araw ng observation, iba-ibang araw ito naganap. Palaktaw-laktaw ito ng araw at buwan. Game! Day 1, obserbasyon lang. Parang nung mga nakaraang araw lang ang kilos ko. Napasin ko, panay ang dikit nitong lalaki sa kanya. Sabi ko, OK lang, trabaho naman eh. Walang personalan. Day 2, nagtingin ulit ako. Ngayon, ‘yung mahal ko naman nagyon ‘yung mga kakaibang kilos. Sa araw na iyon, ilang beses niya binanggit ang pangalan ng lalaking ‘yon na tila hinahanap-hanap niya. Pero siyempre, walang bayolenteng reaksyon. Baka kasi may kailangan lang siya. Day 3, mas kinukulit niya ang lalaking iyon kaysa sa akin. Mas inaalala niya iyong lalake na ‘yon. At tulad ng nakaraan, walang akong reaksyon, dahil kaibigan siya, natural, nagaalala. Day 4, ito medyo may pagka-adult type. Sinabihan niya ang lalaking iyon ng mahal ko ng …. Oops! Warning: Explicit Words. Sa pagpapatuloy, . Sinabihan niya ang lalaking iyon ng mahal ko ng “Ang libog mo!” sabay tali sa leeg ng lalaking ‘yon na parang nangaakit. Medyo, medyo, kontrol lang ng sarili. Napakalma ko din sarili ko. Pero, siguro joke lang ‘yun, hindi naman siguro seryoso ang mahal ko do’n. Next, Day 5. Nakwento ko ito sa isa pang 4th year student kaibigan ko. Habang naglalakad sa corridors ng school kasama ang lalaking iyon, kasama ang mahal ko, papunta sa kanyang locker. Nasa likod lang ako, nandu’n silang dalawa sa harap ko. Para mas makapag-observe ako ng maayos. And Eureka! I saw something. Hinawakan ng mahal ko ang kamay niya na sa tingin ko’y mas caressing (verb. To touch lovingly) kaysa sa paghawak niya sa kamay ko. Sa isip ko, “What in the world is this?!?”. Pero, iwas reaksyon. Sa kasulukuyan, nandito ako sa kwarto ko, nagkukulong, habang sinusulat ang mga salitang ito. Kanina lang ay hindi napigilang umiyak. Habang pinag-iisipan ang mga tanong ko. Pa’no nga ba kung siya ang tunay na nagpapaligaya sa kanya? Pa’no kung ang lahat ng pagkukulang ko ay kanyang napupunan? Pa’no kung matutunan niyang mahalin ang lalaking pinagkatiwalaan ko nang lubusan noon? Ayoko namang mag-iba ang tingin niya sa akin. Pero may mga bagay lang talaga akong hindi maintindihan. Naalala ko tuloy ‘yung kanta ng PnE na, “Gitara”. “…Bakit ba kailangang magbihis? Sayang din naman ang porma. Lagi lang naman may sisingit, sa tuwing tayo’y magkasama. Bakit pa kailangan ng rosas? Kung marami naman ang mag-aalay sa’yo?...” Parang ganun. Sa ngayon, sinusubukan kong maka-recover sa mga bagay na medyo masakit. Pinapatibay ang loob, at iniiwasang mamatay ulit. Pinag-isipan ko naman ‘yung mga bagay na sinasabi ko. Pero kailan lang, may bigla akong natutunan. Parang, bigla na lang siya tumama sa akin, at bigla akong natauhan. <10.31> Sabi ko, “Akala ko nung una, ako ‘yung niloloko. Pero, niloloko ko na pala sarili ko.” ‘Yan ‘yung nagpapaikot-ikot sa isip ko kagabi pa. Galing kasi ako sa birthday party ng kabilang section ng level namin. Sabi kasi, kailangan daw ako doon, kaya pumunta siya. Pupunta din daw ang mahal ko. Pero, bago siya pumunta, sinabi niya, na mahuhuli siya ng dating. At sinabi niya na may kasama daw siya. Sa mga oras, napa-isip lang ako. Sino kaya?<br />Pagdating niya, siyempre masaya ako. Tapos, maya-maya, pinakilala niya ‘yung “Chaperon” niya daw. Nagulat ako, “kuya” niya pala, na matagal ko nang kilala. Sabi ko sa kanya, “’Tol, pinakaba mo ‘ko, ‘kala ko kung sino ang kasama.” Sabay pagsiguro niya sa akin, na siya ang bahala sa kanya. Naniwala ako dahil todo ang tiwala ko sa kanya. Tapos, parang katulad ng ordinaryong araw, pero mas pinapansin niya ako ngayon, mas kinukulit niya. Sumagi na naman sa isip ko, ‘di kaya dahil sa wala dito ‘yung lalaki na iyon? Pero, ‘di ko masyado pinansin iyon, dahil alam kong makasasama lang sa akin ang mag-isip ng mga ganoong bagay.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716466.post-1119440182167951402005-06-22T19:34:00.000+08:002005-06-22T20:46:29.290+08:00When the circumstances reaches its endFor the last month, I’ve been narrating to you the girl I’ve loved before five years ago, but never loved me back. And now, I think it’s all over, it’s all finished. Here’s a short poetry that ran in my mind during these times.<br /><br /><em>I’ve missed the cab, I’ve missed the plane<br />And I knew it was too late<br />I’ve missed the bus, I’ve missed the train<br />And I knew it wasn’t so great<br />And now I lie on the lane<br />Letting the rain kill me<br />Should I get insane?<br />Or let her go free?<br /></em><br />At first, I didn’t believe. The thing that happened at the store (June 9 entry), was true. My eyes weren’t lying. I have recently proved the values of variables that cleared my hazed mind. Yes, they are, in a relationship. And as I write it in my mind, as of this day, the race is over. All is finished, I have nothing more to pursue.bohemianrhapsodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222639382279294921noreply@blogger.com0